The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

Steven, covered up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to

by her warmth and the rhythm of her breathing.

fire stirred

himself on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture

of scent

straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose shirt slipped

beating out of his heart, Steven closed his eyes so as not to violate her with

eyes and look at me." Amelia's lip clung to his ear, and he felt the tingles all

eyes, the sweat in his palms drenching the

"Take me, Steve."

by lust, he cast all reason

an overpowering spy voice held a